The Day After Christmas

It's the day after the most anticipated holiday in my calendar, and i'm getting a bit of "holiday hangover".. No, i did not have wine or beer for christmas, just that now that it's gone, the mood just wears off. Everything just becomes "normal" instead of all "Warm and Fuzzy", and all that festivity and jolly-ness around just fades off, and another perfectly innocent, normal day steps in.
It's not December 26th's fault, really. There's really nothing to blame if you had enjoyed Christmas day honestly. Though not utterly spectacular nor "fancy-schumancy", this year's Christmas was just good enough, after all the monotone military life for the past 6 months. Christmas shopping, company with friends and loved ones, overdose of Christmas carols, presents, turkey... Mmm. Sometimes you just wish that the day would go on forever, that you could have the "warm-and-fuzzy" vision forever, that you can keep being "merry" and not worry about the bills, the world, the future. But Christmas is really just a "pit-stop", a cabin lodge midway on a mountain trail, an end to a paragraph of this year. A paragraph spacing of 7 days separates this day to the beginning of another new paragraph of life... The new year. Some people love going for new year countdowns (or any kind of countdown celebrations), a numerical subconscious ritual to a new start. Me, I like to kick back and enjoy my hot chocolate by the fire in my mountain lodge.

Bum

Just 7 days to my most favourite holiday of the year! Yay...*pause* My fancy for this special holiday doesn't originate from the pseudo-birthday of Jesus, but the 'spirit of christmas', something very confounding to be put into words. *waves finger in circular motion* Joy, warmth, being with people you love and care about, cool weather, christmas trees, presents, year-end sales, everything! ..Minus the last-minute-chistmas-shopping crowds, noisy children, sold-out-ness and 'foam-snow'.

"What are you waiting for? Come and get possessed by the spirit of Christmas!"

This year the season has a particularly sweet taste, probably because of all the shit i've been in and out since i got into the army in june. On that note, my training is about to reach its end (311204)... the end of traineehood and the beginning of privileges (as well as signing extra duties)! One of those things which had paid off would probably be of us moving from the old leaky trainee bunk to the better 'furnished' crewmen bunk. At least we have a tv and an antique fridge now! *suddenly bounces up and down again fantasizing about 'enjoying' more privileges*

A new strain of flu virus has apparently surfaced, since i had caught it and had to snivel my way through my deployment exercise earlier this week like i'm in a soap opera. Besides being down with the flu, i incurred another 'bonus': a huge 'scratch' which have now evolved into a huge bruise-scar hybrid. It all happened on thurs night when i fell into a deep drain left leg first in camp. (Nobody falls into drains anymore! why me?) The next day it was swelling so much that it had pus on it and flies visited my wound, like some 3rd world country kid. Good thing that i saw a REAL doctor (not those unreliable Medical Officers) immediately on friday night, for if not, i wouldn't have recovered so quickly (and be here typing this)... I would be eating the grubs growing out of my leg. Hooray. *Stoning effect from flu medicine takes effect*

"Warm and ...Fuzzy Christmas to All!"